The Sea Waves - A vignette

The sea waves always sound the same. In freedom. In detainment. In grief and sorrow. In peace and joy. They don’t alter themselves to fit a certain narrative. They are the most brutal honesty you can receive, but they are also sometimes the only reassurance to be found. 

Close your eyes. Reminisce. Listen. As you hear the waves lazily sloshing back and forth on the sandy beach, choose your memories wisely. Perhaps the sun is blinding and the sea is the refreshing cold protection from the heat. Perhaps the clouds are brimming with unshed rain and the waves are angrier than usual. Perhaps it is night and the still water reflects the infinite sky above. In the end, it is all home. 

Listen to the kind waves of the sea and dream.

/milana